I highly doubt that Paul went to Public School....

So today's comic is actually kind of a inside joke, but I think it turned out okay. Except the art... the art is super shitty. I found that I can't do words in Photoshop and the words down come out right if done in Illustrator. I'm not quite sure what to do about that. I'll have to keep working on it to figure that out.

Anyways, the as it turns out this is a true story. One of my roommates sheepishly admitted to me that he thought my head was large, and another roommate apparently jumping on the lets get all of this out of the so he only explodes with anger once bus, chimed in that I speak funny. Kind of high pitched and awkwardly.

For the record, I neither exploded with anger nor was previously unaware of this information. I mean, I, unlike Paul, actually went through Public School. I've been more then aware that I both A. have an accent, and B. a large head since I was like 12 years old.

It really doesn't bother me as much as people seem to think it should. I mean really, so I'm not exactly Fabio, forgive me if I'm not that sad. I'm am kind of odd looking. However, I really have never relied on my face for much, especially given the level of smiling that usually comes with stand up. (sidebar my face is gets even weirder when I smile, it crunches up and all sorts of funky shit.) Anyways, the point is as a writer, artist and comedian, being beautiful has never really been a priority for me. Even if I end up going into politics its really not that important.

Also, I'd lose my position as the Vice President of the Unibrow Club of Custer. (I had a little bit of a unibrow when I was younger.)